Alix lifted her head and put her forefinger at the top of Christine's vulva. Christine winced; she looked into Alix's eyes. Alix was taunting her. Christine tried to move her hands. Her wrists remained tightly bound behind her back.

Leaving a finger at the top of Christine's vulva, Alix asked, 'Were your first fantasies to get yourself into this condition?'

'I did not know the full implications when I was 13.'

'What was your first fantasy?'

'It was the same as my stepmother's; I did not want to develop. I envied the girls, who had not developed. I did not want to have breasts, to have public hair, to have periods, to have to masturbate.'

Alix smiled, 'You have most of these desires; you don't have breasts, you don't have public hair and you don't masturbate. You should be a happy girl.' She pushed her finger deep into the top of the vulva, where Christine's clitoris use to be.

Christine glared at her. She convulsed as she tried to move her arms.

'If you must know, I just imagined myself as undeveloped. I wanted to have the sensitivity and not the desire.'

'So your first fantasy was not about clitoridectomy?'

'No, but it followed quickly.'

'What was it?'

'I was with four or five other girls, all of them undeveloped. We were captured and stripped. Our captors, who were women, left us naked in a cell. We could look at another other and put our hands on one another. However, I was the only one, who really wanted to do this. We just looked.'

'After a time, one of our captors came in and said, 'We are prepared to release you. But one of you must leave your clitoris here. You have decide who will do this. The door then clapped shut.'

'Only two of the other girls really new what a clitoris was. One was Hilary, a blond, who I was struck on and Josephine, a brunette. Both put their hands between their legs and cupped them over their vulvas. Josephine said, 'How do we choose?' Hilary said, 'Let's refuse.' The other girls were confused. They asked, 'What is a clitoris?'

"I'll show you," I said. I put my hand between their legs and between their labia until I found each of their clitorises. I then rubbed them. Each of the other girls giggled and smiled. I continued with Josephine and finally looked at Hilary. She took her hand away and sat down with her legs apart. I pulled her labia apart and put my fingers on her juvenile clitoris. I looked at the other girls and said, "You've all got this."

'Josephine looked at me, "You've got one too. She put her hand between my legs and began to rub. Two of the girls took my hands. I looked at them all and came.' Hilary looked me in the face as I came to orgasm; she then held me.'

'One of the other girls said, "Let's look at her." I sat down and parted my legs. Each of the girls examined my vulva and put their fingers on my clitoris. It got big again and over the next hour, each of them brought me orgasm. The last was Hilary. As each did it to me, I kept one of my hands between their legs.

'I looked around at them and said, "I'll give mine up. I have had orgasms. None of you have."

'No one spoke. I got up and knocked on the day.'

'One of the captors opened the door. I told her, "I volunteer for the clitoridectomy"

'The door closed and after a short time it opened again. There were three women there. One said, "Follow me."

'We followed her and the other two followed. We entered a large room, with three other captors. There was a bench in the middle, with a white cloth draped across it.'

'One of the captors said, " Lie on the bench. The other four of your grab hold of her wrists and ankles. Pull them wide apart." Hilary was left. She moved over hand held my head. She cradled it in her hands and I looked up at her.'

'One captor came across, all dressed in white. She asked, 'Do you want to come a last time?' I looked at Hilary and said, "Yes."

'The captor then opened my labia and began to massage my clitoris with her left hand. In her right was a scalpel. I eventually came, looking at Hilary's face. At this moment, the captor sliced my clitoris off. I writhed and the other girls kept hold of me. Hilary looked into my eyes. At this time, the declitorizer said, "No more orgasms for you, young lady."